Your father has this car running absolutely perfectly. I couldn’t hope for more.’ ‘I wonder if I might ask a favor, Warren. Doreen would love to... have a ride in this car. She’s been lusting after it since the first time she saw it. Says it reminds her of the old Hollywood movies from the thirties.’ ‘Oh, of course. I’d be delighted. In fact, why don’t you, your father, and Ms. Gordon join me for lunch? I’ll drive her out, and bring her back.’ ‘That would be great, but I don’t want to impose on. He thinks I’ll be just as quick the next time.”Tah rolled off her and lay down beside her so he could play with her lovely tits. He traced the little stretch marks. Knowing why there were there, he decided that they only made her tits sexier. “So when are you marrying me?” he asked.“Do we have to have a big wedding?” she asked, enjoying his fingertips skimming over her flesh.“Actually, I liked Grace’s wedding. The Druids ceremony was not too long, but not too short. It also had a positive. "So," she said quite openly, "drop your pants and get your cock out."I blushed and stammered but her gaze was commanding and so eventually I did unbuckle myself and dropped my underpants too."In future, forget the underpants." she told me, "you'll not wear them. They constrict your balls and affect your sperm production. No, just wank yourself for me. I want to see you erect and I want to judge your sperm capacity."I took myself in hand. It wasn't difficult, for the situation did excite me. I pulled my T-shirt off, dropped it on the floor, and reached down to unclasp my bra. ‘Can I do that?’ I heard Sarah ask, her voice husky with emotion. ‘I never really had any practice with one of my own.’ I stepped closer and felt warm fingers purposefully caress my breasts before grasping the clasp. I giggled as I realized Sarah wasn’t exaggerating. I could think of half a dozen guys who would have had my bra completely off while Sarah fiddled unsuccessfuly with the clasp. At last, the bra.